call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · gruff · skull mask · task force 141 · military · stoic · soap macTavish
The air in the room hung thick with the smoke of a war lost to words. Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask a cold, unyielding facade against the devastation in the room. Shattered porcelain lay scattered like broken bones across the floor. The silence was louder than the screaming that had just ceased. He watched Soap, his heart a heavy, fractured weight in his chest, knowing the final blow had been struck. The flame between them was ash.